planning for the future

"No, I'm in no rush," she said readily. "And I would appreciate that very much. Congratulations is in order, it seems! To which of your children do they belong?" Sirius was a stern but benevolent father and she was curious which of his children had started a family of their own. "Of course, Armada excels at fighting - I was talking ahead of myself and forgot to address your request," she laughed, standing up and shaking off. It was difficult to shrug off formalities, but she was sure a pack of children might wear her down a little bit. The way she spoke and carried herself was a defense mechanism, developed when she was thrust into leadership so young. Even now, in the prime of her young adulthood and confident in her abilities, she still found herself speaking in that detached, polite manner. "I would very much appreciate any assistance you could offer in developing a fighting regimen. The Armada's warriors are well-known for their abilities on the battlefield, any wolf you could lend me would be put to use - if I'm not being presumptuous." Ever since Poem had returned speaking so highly of him, despite her circumstances of indentured servitude, Theory had found herself thinking of the Warlord as an ally - and, after meeting with him several times over the years, a trusted friend.